When I heard you singing with style and precision I came closer to pay more attention So young, so strange, strange sensation Your fingers on the keyboard came to heal my pain Each chord played in my story Compasses of my life, written by your verses In your voice I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt she found my letters And read each one aloud I prayed that she would finish But she just kept trying, don't Strumming my pain with her fingers Singing my life with her words Killing me softly with her song Killing me softly with her song Telling my whole life with her words Killing me softly with her song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had style And so I came to see him, to listen for a while And there he was, this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with her fingers Singing my life with her words Killing me softly with her song Killing me softly with her song Telling my whole life with her words Killing me softly with her song *